Everyone was here.
Still, not one of them had a clue what was going on.
Conversations hushed, glances exchanged, and the only consistent detail was the growing unease.
Zeno leaned back against one of the white walls, eyes scanning the room again. Thirty people. Maybe more, if he missed one or two in the crowd. But after a quiet count, he landed on thirty exactly.
Fifteen men. Fifteen women. Every single one of them is either a known actor or someone with screen experience, no matter how small.
He let out a slow breath. "Goodness," he muttered, only audible to himself. "Did I just walk into a competition?"
Before his thoughts could go any deeper, the lights dimmed.
Everyone turned sharply.
Then, the wood-paneled wall in front of them creaked. A clean split formed across the center, and then it pulled apart with a smooth, controlled motion.
Gasps echoed around the room.
Behind the wall wasn't just another room.
It was an auditorium.
A whole auditorium.
